Monday, September 3, 2012

Corridors of Gold

A Poem: Corridors of Gold

/also on by rosevoc2

Time, the precious stone of sunlight

Was your gift to me

Your hymn, the rising and falling

Tide of the shore

Was the only voice

I could recognize

Gold lights in the corridors

Were the precious hours

We laughed aloud in the pantry


And when the lights were off

You told me I was beautiful

I have kept your word

Your every promise of hope

All that made you


Gold was

The evening color

Gold in the calm

Corridors of the house

When your sturdy footsteps were

My pride

When faith in your eyes gleamed

Like agates

In the tint of golden rays

Coming from

The core of a pure heart


When, in the Blessed Sacrament of Gold,

Nested in the hours of longing

Breathed in me mercy

It was in the corridors

We sat together,

In the corridors, you held every bead


Grasping for grace

My heart wanted you

Your language of adoration

In those corridors

You were most amiable,

In every breath of prayer.

/posted by rose in september on iwrotefiction

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